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Whumptober day 16 — “No one is coming”

I’ve been meaning to write something with Hyrule’s blood curse for ages now and my time has finally come.

This one is a liiiittle heavier than most of them have been, just a warning.

Warnings: blood, stabbing

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Hyrule awoke to a blow in the face.

He jolted backward with a startled grunt, and blindly lashed out at whatever it was that struck him. But his hands didn’t go as far as they should’ve, the movement making a clanking noise that immediately jolted him the rest of the way awake.

He was chained to a wall.

Blood was trickling from his lip, and Hyrule licked it away, blinking his eyes open as he frantically took stock of his situation. He was in a tiny cell, with his arms chained to the wall, and staring at several monsters.

All of whom were giving him the same gleeful sneers.

An acheman stood closer than the rest, having obviously been the one to have woken him up, and Hyrule started to feel panic rise in his chest. The monster grinned when his eyes landed on it, then laughed, the handful of monsters behind it joining in.

“Good morning hero,” it cackled as it leaned in, and Hyrule grit his teeth and prepared to draw on his magic.

But instead of the familiar warm sensation tickling his fingertips, he felt only a heavy weariness sink into his limbs, the familiar feeling of having drained himself of magic sending a wave of vertigo through him. He drooped a little, and squeezed his eyes shut in dizziness and confusion.

This didn’t make sense, he’d been full of magic just last night!

He couldn’t help the groan he let out as his head spun, and heard a harsh laugh assault his ears.

“No magic left in you, Hero. We’ve drained it all, you’re not escaping us this time,” a robed figure said from the corner, and Hyrule could feel the cloying feeling of dark magic emanating off of him. “All the better for when our Master Ganon returns.”

Hyrule felt his stomach lurch.

“Doesn’t matter,” he finally spoke, an edge to his raspy voice. “The other heroes will realize I’m missing, they won’t let you bring him back.”

“Your friends? They don’t even know you’re gone,” the acheman cackled. “Not so long as the decoy we’ve put of you holds true.”

Hyrule felt his heart stop.

Achemen could take the form of hylians, goddesses knew he’d been fooled by them plenty of times. He hadn’t yet warned the other heroes about their shapeshifting abilities; they’d only been in his world for barely a day after all, and he’d been kidnapped on watch last night so nobody would immediately miss him... especially if his likeness had been perfectly assumed by a monster in their midst.

They had no idea he was gone.

The acheman grinned at his obvious distress, and leaned in, grabbing his face as claws dug into his skin.

“No one is coming,” it hissed in glee, and Hyrule spat some blood in its face.

It jerked back and snarled, and claws raked down Hyrule’s cheek, making him cry out. He flinched back and the acheman kicked him to the floor, the other monsters letting out hissing laughs from nearby.

“Enjoy the last day of your life hero,” the wizard spoke up with a laugh. ”Your blood will be spilled for our Master at midnight!”

The acheman kicked him again and Hyrule groaned, too exhausted from magic loss to do anything but try to protect his head. He heard a door scrape open, and the monsters left him alone in the cell, dizzy and terrified.

He couldn’t let them bring Ganon back with his blood, he couldn’t, it was the one thing he’d sworn to himself he’d never let come to pass, but... he had no way to stop them. No way to escape.

And the others didn’t even know anything was wrong.

Hyrule curled up in a ball, his body sore and head spinning, and tried to ignore the acheman’s words that pounded endlessly through his skull.

No one is coming.

(...)

The hours went by much too fast.

Hyrule had tried to sleep, and hopefully gain some of his magic back naturally. But he’d only managed to drowse a bit, and there hadn’t been enough time for him to seriously have any chance at regaining enough magic to do anything.

And so, soon enough Hyrule was dragged out of his cell to a wide forest clearing, weakly kicking and fighting all the way.

He was struck multiple times for his trouble, but even though with the last hit he was fairly sure they might’ve actually cracked a rib, Hyrule kept fighting, kept struggling and clawing against them, because no one was coming. And if he didn’t get himself out, didn’t get him and his blood away, then Ganon was going to return.

Same old, same old, he thought a tad hysterically.

Despite Hyrule’s best efforts, he was dragged to a lone tree in the center of the clearing, tied against it so tightly he could barely breathe. A practical sea of monsters howled and jeered as he was secured, and the wizard from earlier appeared from the crowd, a deadly sharp blade in his grasp.

No one is coming.

A large jar was placed in front of him, and Hyrule felt pure panic fill him at the sight of the pile of ashes inside, Ganon’s ashes, and he weakly thrashed against his bonds, desperately trying to escape.

His struggles against the rope only grew more frantic as the wizard approached him, blade raised as he began to chant something in a language Hyrule didn’t know. Dark magic was pouring from him now, making Hyrule’s stomach churn and his hands shake, and the monsters encircling them howled with glee, their torches lighting up the clearing in an eerie light.

The wizard reached him, and Hyrule could just barely make out a a sadistic grin twisting his lips, an expression that wasn’t solely human.

No one is coming.

He felt a sob catch in his throat, and he threw himself against the ropes, shaking with fear and adrenaline as he did everything in his power to get away from the blade that drew closer and closer to spilling his blood.

The wizard continued to speak in the strange language, as he raised his weapon over Hyrule’s chest, looking out at the crowd of monsters that roared at the promise of blood and their master’s return.

He paused as he watched Hyrule struggle frantically over the jar, then raised his hands, and said words that Hyrule would’ve understood no matter the language.

“FOR LORD GANON!”

Then he twirled around and jammed his sword into Hyrule’s chest, making him scream as it pierced his stomach and sprayed blood into the air.

No one is coming.

The wizard ripped the blade out, and Hyrule choked on a breath, feeling the horribly familiar feeling of his lifeblood draining from inside him. It began to soak his tunic, and much to Hyrule’s panic, slide towards the jar below.

None had fallen in yet, but it was only a matter of seconds, and he watched through a vision blurry with tears at the imminent end of the world he’d fought so hard to protect.

No one is coming.

Nobody except for Ganon, because your blood is going to revive him any second and the kingdom is doomed and you FAILED—

An enraged cry rang out over the howls of the monsters, and Hyrule weakly raised his head, even that small movement pure agony on his chest.

A sword plunged through the middle of the wizard before him.

The wizard shrieked, and disappeared into a cloud of dark ashes, flames bursting around the sword. Hyrule let out another sob of pure relief as Warriors ran towards him through the cloud, face equally worried and furious.

They came.

The ropes around him fell away before Warriors reached him, and Hyrule dropped into whom he took a moment to recognize as Wild’s arms, the champion giving him a look of pure relief and fear.

“Rule, Roolie it’s okay, we’ve got you,” Wild said as he lowered him to the ground, Hyrule unable to stop himself from letting out a whimper of pain. “I’m so sorry traveler. Bandages captain, he needs—“

“I know,” Warriors said sharply, his hands hovering over his chest as he slid to his knees beside them. “Din kid, I’m sorry, it took us longer to find you than it should have.”

Hyrule dragged in a shaking breath as Wild cradled his head, a bit overwhelmed with leftover terror and relief.

And pain. He had had a sword driven through his stomach, after all.

He moaned as Warriors pressed something over his chest, and felt Wild’s hold on him tighten.

“Hyrule, kid, hey look at me, you’re going to be alright, it’s okay,” Warriors said firmly, monsters shrieking around them. The captain rubbed his arm in a comforting motion, and began to dig around in his pouch. “You need to calm down, we’re going to fix you up.”

Hyrule belatedly realized his breath was coming in gasps, and he felt Wild card a soothing hand through his hair as Warriors continued to tend to his stomach.

But he couldn’t calm down, not yet, not while he was still bleeding, not while his blood could still—

“Th-the jar,” he breathed, gulping in a panicked breath, “it’s, it’s G-Ganon—“

Warriors and Wild both turned, but the jar was gone, somehow stolen in the confusion the other heroes were providing. A few scrapes in the dirt seemed to indicate something having dragged it away into the woods, but Hyrule couldn’t find the strength to care at the moment. It was no longer near him, or his blood.

And right now that was all that mattered.

He sucked in another shaking breath, and Wild kept running his hand through his hair, teasing out a few of the tangles and dirt that had gotten matted in his curls.

He felt his eyes begin to close at the soothing motion, but then someone shook him, making him groan.

“Traveler, I need to you to stay awake a bit longer, alright?” Warriors’ voice filtered through his cottony hearing. Hyrule looked up at him, and Warriors gave him a tense smile. “There you go.“

Wild tilted his head up, and when he felt a potion bottle against his lips, Hyrule automatically drank, feeling some of the agony in his stomach go down as he sipped the bitter liquid.

Then strong arms got wrapped around him, and he felt himself get lifted up, head coming to rest on something soft. Warriors’ voice was closer now when he spoke, and Hyrule looked dazedly up at the captain, who’s arms he was now sitting in.

“Hang on ‘Rule, we got you,” Wild said from next to him, still running a hand through his hair. Warriors pulled his scarf over Hyrule, and the traveler finally relaxed under the soft fabric, even though monsters were screeching and his whole body hurt and his tunic reeked of blood.

Because they’d came.

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu hyrule #lu warriors #lu Wild #lu fic #whumptober2022 #day 16 #no one is coming #writing from the floor #I love Hyrule #this fic maybe doesn’t show it but I really do love him #he’s one of my favorites #and yes this is what I was asking you all about yesterday

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